A/N This...took...forever D: Even to me! And I'm the one writing! XD I hope you all like this one...I'm sure of it, because my face and ears were just BURNING when I wrote it ._. Huge shoutout to BlackFeather101 and moshigal156, both of them AWESOME friends and they're just so sweet =w= Well, whoever you may be, read, enjoy, and review! ;D
Yes, WHEELJACK, peeps! XDD What, did you think it was just Optimus and Ratchet? NOOOOO, because that would've been boring! D: Okay, the theme: Sensual, wet, warmth. :D
Yup. This is my best interface scene so far, in my opinion...YET.
Enjoy!

It was down to two mechs now. Optimus Prime and Ratchet. Arcee's time will come, but until then, he'll have to get the older mechs to spike him. This'll be hard, he thought to himself. Older mechs aren't as gullible or enthusiastic.
The whole of the team was in base again. Even the humans, though Jack had to go shopping with June. Bulkhead was with Miko, talking about something that sounded exciting to the both of them. Possibly monster trucks. Raf was replacing Bumblebee pictures on the internet with ridiculous animal flashes, Bumblebee himself watching and laughing. Arcee was strolling through the base, stopping occasionally by Ratchet to mutter something to him, more than likely about Miko, for Ratchet huffed and shook his head amusedly almost every time. Ratchet was at the computer again, monitoring just about everything. Optimus Prime was alone against the wall, silently watching the rest of Team Prime solemnly.
Smokescreen started making plans. He would have to leave Ratchet for last, so the medic could tighten his valve and perhaps get rid of any viruses transmitted by interfacing after he'd done everything.
So it was just Optimus…wait. Knockout said every mech in the base. Does that mean…what about Wheeljack? Smokescreen shook his head. The Decepticon clearly stated 'in the base'. Wheeljack wasn't in the base.
But, as if on cue, a message popped up on the main screen. Everyone turned as the computer made a sound to alert them of it. Ratchet stepped up to it to read what it said.
"It's Wheeljack. And he says… 'Look outside.'" He read, frowning at the last bit. Bulkhead seemed to perk up.
"Jackie? He's probably out there." And suddenly, Wheeljack came roaring in his new car alt mode, intentionally skidding his back wheels. The white, red, and green car transformed into the Wheeljack they all knew, smug and smirking.
"Hey guys. Since there wasn't too much going on out in the world, I thought I might stop by to say hello. Anything up?" He said in his usual laid-back, nonchalant fashion.
Smokescreen didn't know whether to be surprised, glad, or annoyed. He hadn't seen the mech too often, so it could be a good thing. Yet that means he would have to frag with him, too, now that he was in the base as well. Is that a good thing or bad thing? Smokescreen didn't know.
"Wheeljack! Good to see you again, old pal," Bulkhead cried, snapping Smokescreen out of his thoughts. Wheeljack chuckled. "Good to see you, too. And before you maul me again, I have something to say - don't. As much as I love you, I'd like to not have dents for a while. Been taking out a lot of Decepticons, and I'd like some peace and quiet." Wheeljack explained.
Bulkhead nodded, even though he was a little surprised to hear that Wheeljack had enough. He never had enough. But he decided to let it pass for now.
"Okay, I understand," He replied, his voice sincere. The green mech looked over his shoulder, "Hey, Smoke, come over here. You haven't met Wheeljack face to face yet." He called, beckoning with a servo. Smokescreen jolted, looking up at Bulkhead. The young mech caught the look in Bulkhead's optic, the look that told him that he hadn't forgotten last night's interface. Smokescreen nodded almost unnoticeably, stepping forward. Wheeljack held out a servo to shake. Smokescreen took it, smiling.
"So you're Smokescreen. I heard about you. As you already know, I'm Wheeljack. Bulkhead and I go way back, but I bet you know that, too." Wheeljack laughed.
"Yeah. So, uh…" Smokescreen mumbled, unsure of what to say. Think, Smokescreen, THINK! He screamed at himself internally. How would he… "H-hey, guys, if you don't mind, Wheeljack and I will, uh…find out more about each other! We'll be in my berth-room, and we don't want anyone to come, just us 2," Smokescreen suddenly stammered nervously, grabbing hold of Wheeljack's arm and dragging him into the hall. Even he had to admit to himself he sounded pretty pathetic. Team Prime blinked in surprise, and Wheeljack couldn't find his voice, optics wide in utter shock. The older mech stumbled along behind Smokescreen, who was still dragging him along. Before long, Smokescreen locked the door to his room behind them. Silence filled the base.
"Smokescreen, that was crazy. What were you doing out there?" Wheeljack growled, yet still curious, optics narrowing now in slight accusation.
"No time to explain. How long are you staying?" Smokescreen snapped, all nervousness fading.
"Not too long. Why do you want to know?" Wheeljack wondered.
"Once again, no time to explain. I just need you to…" Smokescreen was unable to finish his sentence. He shook his helm. "Just follow me," He grumbled, walking towards his berth. Wheeljack hesitated and frowned before coming up towards him. He watched uneasily as Smokescreen got on it. The young mech beckoned with a servo. Uncertainly, Wheeljack stepped forward.
He started opening his mouth to ask him why he was doing this, but hadn't gotten a single breath out when Smokescreen lurched forward, grasping one of Wheeljack's thick, sideways protruding 'ears' and pulling his face closer, forcing their lips together in a strong kiss. Wheeljack let out a muffled cry, optics flying open wide. Smokescreen's other servo drifted to Wheeljack's crotch, beginning to pry off his interface panel. The wrecker's spark pounded heavily and he tried to push the younger mech away. He got no avail, and though he wouldn't admit it to even himself, he kinda liked the sudden sensual pangs that came with the mech's touch.
Smokescreen successfully opened Wheeljack's panel. The other mech's spike immediately rose erect and became rigid, even though he was starting to burn with embarrassment. Smokescreen pulled the still shocked mech onto him on the berth, retracting his own interface panel. When he looked down at other Autobot's length, he felt his breath leave him. Wow. Even though it was a little bit smaller than Bulkhead's, it was even more stiff and upright. That is one prepared spike. Looking back up at Wheeljack's faceplates, he saw the utter embarrassment and flustered look on his face. His readying spike was all instinct, and he didn't really want it to happen. The mech tried to pull away and cover himself again, but Smokescreen wouldn't let him.
"Wheeljack," Smokescreen whispered. Wheeljack had only a small nod and silence to give to show that he was listening. "I need you to frag me. Right now." Smokescreen demanded. Even though Wheeljack was already silent, it seemed he grew even quieter. If that was possible. He shook his head in protest, trying once more to pull away. Smokescreen's servo gripped his 'ear' once more, not letting him go and pulling him back. "This is urgent. I can't explain just yet, so just do it!" The young mech snapped.
Wheeljack's blush grew deeper as Smokescreen held Wheeljack's spike between his index and thumb, rubbing the sides of it slowly. Wheeljack gave a throaty groan, optics closed. His spike hardened even more. Smokescreen felt lust course through his body, and finally couldn't take any more of it. He pulled Wheeljack's hips forward and shoved the length down his valve. Smokescreen suddenly gave deep moan, optics shutting and shivering. Wheeljack looked down at Smokescreen uneasily as his valve desperately tried to close around the rock-hard spike, desire driving him to do so. The Wrecker shuddered, feeling a bit sick. But the fact remained true that he liked those sudden bursts and waves of feeling from his spark and crotch. Even so, Wheeljack moved a servo to his groin instinctively, feeling strange and all-too bared. Smokescreen couldn't help chuckling from below him.
"Modest, aren't we?" He smirked. Wheeljack tensed, feeling somewhat like it was an insult, and took his servo away.
"So…you want me to spike you?"
"Exactly."
"Why?"
Smokescreen's optics narrowed, not amused and a bit annoyed. "If I tell you right now, there won't be time left. The rest of the team will get suspicious, and they'll come in," Smokescreen said, rather quickly. "Get on with it and I'll explain while you frag me," Wheeljack shot him a skeptical look, but reluctantly thrust his hips.
"You're starting to sound like a 'Con," He commented. Smokescreen grinned up at him, laughing softly. "Really? I've spiked a Decepticon more than twice, and I've been fragged by one, too." Wheeljack stopped dead.
"You what?"
"Yeah, you heard me right. …Wheeljack, don't stop now! Frag me! …Oh yeah, I said I would tell you why you are…"
Smokescreen began telling Wheeljack about the deal he had with Knockout, and the mechs that fragged him so far. Wheeljack couldn't say anything for a few moments as he continued thrusting, propelling his spike up Smokescreen's valve again and again. The younger mech felt overload faintly, deep in his crotch… "You're saying Bulkie has a bigger spike than I do?" Wheeljack finally stated. Smokescreen looked up from staring at Wheeljack's spike pump through his opening over and over.
"Yeah. It was…big. Very big. Are you saying you didn't know that?" Smokescreen answered. Wheeljack shyly looked slightly off to the side.
"We, uh…don't talk about that stuff very often…" He murmured quietly. The submissive mech nodded.
"I understand. But hey, don't worry about it; his spike could never beat how hard yours is," A lopsided grin grew on his face. Wheeljack smiled as well.
"Oh, really?" He chuckled. "Well then," Picking up the pace, he seemed to grow a bit bolder.
Smokescreen moaned, starting to writhe from under Wheeljack. Tingles flared up in his body, and his optics closed tight. The young mech's servos flew to Wheeljack's flanks, attempting to make him overload before he did. As Smokescreen's servos dug into crevices in Wheeljack's armor and glided over his sensitive areas, Wheeljack noticeably began to falter, irregular thrusts and shivers being the evidence. The wrecker's grip began to tighten on Smokescreen's shoulders, causing Smokescreen to flinch slightly. But he understood it was because of his touch, and his servos began working expertly across Wheeljack's metal for a better reaction. At some points, he even took off the older mech's armor to get a deeper blush from Wheeljack and perhaps a couple moans as he teased the mech's protoform.
Finally, Wheeljack was left to stop fragging Smokescreen entirely and just hover over him, overload screaming at him from his crotch. He tried desperately not to lose it, panting heavily. Heat boiled up in him, almost numbing his burning faceplates. He heard Smokescreen laugh quietly from under him.
"Even Bumblebee stood up to me longer," He leered, optics half-closed sleepily with his interface spell and confidence. Wheeljack's faceplates grew even redder then, from anger and embarrassment. He glared Smokescreen in the optic. He was NOT going to overload before Smokescreen did.
In a flurry of movement, Wheeljack shot forward, slamming their faceplates together and also locking their lips in a deep kiss. To his satisfaction, Smokescreen lost it. That was all it took to make the transfluid suddenly come roaring out of Smokescreen's rigid spike, spraying it all over Wheeljack and himself. Wheeljack let his overload go too, feeling like he was set free.
A mix of their transfluid gushed from their parts and spilled off the berth heavily. Smokescreen was still moaning into Wheeljack's mouth, optics closed and a blush creeping onto his faceplates. Wheeljack broke the kiss, much to Smokescreen's dismay, and smirked at the panting, reddening mech's face.
"Slut," He purred, raising his stiff spike and giving a final spurt onto Smokescreen's face and chestplates. The young mech groaned throatily, shivering in delight of the liquid sliding slowly off his metal after the hot splash. "It was so easy to break you."
Wheeljack had noticeably grown bolder. Smokescreen opened his optics, a dazed look in them. It immediately changed to lust when he looked down a little on Wheeljack's body, focusing on something. Wheeljack didn't even have to follow his optics to know what it was that he was looking at. "Oh, you want this?" He erected his spike further. Smokescreen didn't answer, but his blush darkened in response.
Just then, the wrecker shoved forward, forcing the spike into Smokescreen's mouth. Smokescreen gave a muffled cry, optics closing once more. Instantaneously, he started to suck heavily on the dark length, glossa rasping along its surface. While he lavished mouth fluids onto the hard spike, Wheeljack's servo drifted almost unnoticeably downwards on Smokescreen's chassis. The act was controlled, but he tried to make it look casual.
Taking the younger mech by surprise, he shoved a finger into the mech's valve. Smokescreen shuddered visibly and fell limp onto the berth, temperature rocketing into the red and feeling weak with pleasure. Seemingly cycle-long moans were dragged out of him one by one, his blue optics rolling into his head as Wheeljack slipped another digit in his opening. His valve grew wet, some transfluid beginning to dribble out and touch the berth. The round opening tried desperately to close around the fingers, attempting to will them further in.
Wheeljack shoved in his spike deeper into Smokescreen's mouth, causing the mech to gag. That didn't mean Smokescreen loved it any less. He dove forward for more, retching even more over the now dripping, gray length. Transfluid began bubbling out of his valve when Wheeljack circled the opening and slipped another finger in, stretching it wide and pumping his digits in and out.
With a final cry, Smokescreen let it all go again, drenching Wheeljack's servo with internal fluids and wetting the berth again with a loud spray. Wheeljack grinned deviously to himself.
Two overloads…that was more fluids than Smokescreen had ever experienced in one session. He felt tired and drained, but still incredibly happy, pleasure still racking his body. He lay there for a moment, legs spread a little wider than if he wasn't in this situation. Then he sighed, shifting from under Wheeljack.
"That was impressive," He had to admit. "Never had anything like it. Though it could've been better at the beginning…oh, never mind. It was fun seeing you blush so much, you were so embarrassed," A laugh crept into his voice. Wheeljack frowned at him.
"Not so bad after all, am I?" He rasped, sliding a servo over Smokescreen's wet torso. The younger mech shivered contentedly, a small, hot breath escaping between his clenched denta.
"No…but am I?" He asked, moving a servo behind Wheeljack and grabbing the mech's aft.
"Hey!" Wheeljack smacked it off. Smokescreen just laughed heartily.
"I was submissive this once, but just wait until I'm the dominant mech," He purred, optics narrowing as he leaned forward and slowly licked along Wheeljack's audio, pulling a groan from the mech.
Smokescreen pushed back on Wheeljack's chest, getting out from under him.
"Until next time," He whispered ominously, starting to walk away.

A/N I found that if you put it on contrast, you can sometimes get the feel of it more XDD
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